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First Line: The silent house it standeth wide
Last Line: A thousand years one day.
Subject(s): Houses


THE Silent House it standeth wide, --
Yea, open is the door;
The winds of Peace from every side
Blow round it evermore.
Unhewn of axe, unmade of hands,
its walls so broad and still;
Like to a sea the pale gray lands
Flow up to the gray sill.
Candle were vain, and sun but dim,
For here the dark doth cease;
Nor drink nor meat is spread for him
Who suppeth here with Peace.
Arrows speed not, nor hurtling spear,
Nor plague cometh to slay;
Viol and rebec make no cheer,
For Song hath had his day.
Grief shattereth here his weary cup;
No watch the hours do keep
That they may call the red East up,
Or soothe the West to sleep.
Fashions, desires, dreams, swarming fears,
Fade past the threshold gray;
One day is as a thousand years,
A thousand years one day.






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